What is Pride for me, you ask? Well, let me tell you my dear readers, first and foremost, that I am a heterosexual woman. And boy, have I done some terribly wrong things in my life.
When I was 13 or 14, I saw two of my classmates kissing. Boys. Kissing. I went nuts. 'What's wrong with them? They are not supposed to be together. That's not the norm.'
I got material to gossip and - I thoroughly regret it today - practically stole their freedom away. Forced them into lives of lies.
Fast forward to when I was 17. A very close friend of mine, a girl, proposed to me.
Dear readers, do not, at this point, think for a second that I learnt that love is beautiful, no matter between whom.
After an awkward confrontation, I had disdainfully rejected her and my look of disgust was probably what made her heart shatter into a million little pieces.
And now, under the rainbow flag, I march. Still straight, but marching away from my narrow mind. I see how just a pair of chromosomes has been standing in the way of love. I see how people like me have dug up dungeons and stabbed daggers into innocent, beautiful people.
This is Pride for me, dear readers. The Pride that made me apologise to my friend who dared to love me. Apologise to those boys whose chance at love was taken away. To all those who could never muster up the courage to come out of hiding, because my prejudice was standing in their ways.
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My Writings of The Past Years
AléatoireA student fights her way through an exam, ghosts become gods.... and so much more. Read on and enjoy! Completed!! ... well, every chapter is complete in itself. This is a collection of whatever I have written in the recent times. It includes poems...
